I will always wait
with my ready-made bag,
in which are packed
my young dreams;
even though
they are old with waiting;
even if
you will never arrive,
to depart
on our journey of love:
I shall still treasure them,
as souvenirs
of vintage rarity
from an imaginary journey...
A bag of dreams..... though heavy, they will feel so light and sweet on our shoulders! Here the popular notion less luggage, more comfortable' loses its meaning! Unlike other baggage they will never tire us! I wish you a beautiful onward journey to the port of love
Treasure of true love! ! ! Waiting for the right time. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wonderful imaginary and imagery. A beautiful poem on love and dreams having haunting expression. I cite... on our journey of love: I shall still treasure them, as souvenirs of vintage rarity from an imaginary journey... Thanks for sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How did I miss this one? It's fantastic! 10!